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VIII. The Malthouse—The Chat—News

           "Betweenwetwo,manandman,IbelievethatmanwouldassoontellalieSundaysasworking-daysthatIdoso."

           "Goodfaith,youdotalk!"saidGabriel.

           "Trueenough,"saidthemanofbittermoods,lookingrounduponthecompanywiththeantitheticlaughterthatcomesfromakeenerappreciationofthemiseriesoflifethanordinarymenarecapableof."Ah,there’speopleofonesort,andpeopleofanother,butthatmanblessyoursouls!"

           Gabrielthoughtfittochangethesubject."Youmustbeaveryagedman,malter,tohavesonsgrowedmildandancient,"heremarked.

           "Father’ssooldthat’acan’tmindhisage,canye,father?"interposedJacob."Andhe’sgrowedterriblecrookedtoo,lately,"Jacobcontinued,surveyinghisfather’sfigure,whichwasrathermorebowedthanhisown."Reallyonemaysaythatfatherthereisthree-double."

           "Crookedfolkwilllastalongwhile,"saidthemaltster,grimly,andnotinthebesthumour.

           "Shepherdwouldliketohearthepedigreeofyerlife,fatherwouldn’tye,shepherd?"

           "AythatIshould,"saidGabrielwiththeheartinessofamanwhohadlongedtohearitforseveralmonths."Whatmayyouragebe,malter?"

           Themaltsterclearedhisthroatinanexaggeratedformforemphasis,andelongatinghisgazetotheremotestpointoftheashpit,said,intheslowspeechjustifiablewhentheimportanceofasubjectissogenerallyfeltthatanymannerismmustbetoleratedingettingatit,"Well,Idon’tmindtheyearIwerebornin,butperhapsIcanreckonuptheplacesI’velivedat,andsogetitthatway.

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